18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 73

In the past, there was indeed a tax on food provisions, three pounds per person per week. If you couldn't cough it up, the consequences were severe.

Young men and women were taken out for amusement, while the older folk had to scrounge for supplies. Of course, you could always leave if you didn't agree with the system. But the choices were either freezing or starving to death.

These wicked practices were rampant, not just in Sunrise Sanctuary, but everywhere. The government would send police to clear out the culprits, but they always seemed to get wind of it. They'd play a cunning game of hide and seek, either hiding in survivor’s homes or returning after the police had left.

The survivors always bore the brunt of it all.

"Two households on the 17th floor didn't make it. We're thinking of moving into 1701, and there's another family who wants to move up to 1702. So, I came to ask." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Stella understood. The Moore family wanted to be closer for mutual support. It wasn't her place to decide who lived where, but she still had to voice her concerns.

"You can live wherever you want, but think it through. Not just the people in this building, but others will have their eyes on us. If they break in, those on the 17th floor will be the first to face them. Times are tough for everyone, and I can only look after myself. I can't take care of anyone else."

The Moores were indeed seeking refuge and would be feeling safer being next to the 18th floor, considering the chaos outside.

Stella was straightforward, to which Katie responded with an awkward smile. "We're all at the mercy of fate. It's not like we're asking you youngsters for protection. Moving to the 17th floor would just

give us some peace of mind. We won't be a burden."

After exchanging pleasantries, Katie left, and Stella saw her off. On the staircase, there was a letter addressed to Stella.

Ah, finally!

Stella remained calm, pocketing the letter without reading it. She went to 1803 immediately, gathered the group, and told them about Katie's concerns.

Hearing about Drew's evil deeds, Angela was livid. "That beast, I'll kill him!"

But in these times, killing one Drew was pointless because he would only be replaced by countless more. It was a futile effort. The urgent matter at hand was, what if the wicked gangs outside really broke in? Unlike the mishmash crowd below, they were armed. They'd keep coming, wave after wave.

Lukas and Cody looked grim at the thought of the chaos outside. "Should we move out?"

Stella asked, "And where would we go?"

Cody thought for a moment, "Ivywood Estates perhaps?"

But even ignoring the fact that the highest building in Ivywood Estates was already flooded up to the second floor, did it have bulletproof glass and multiple stainless steel doors? Even if it did, wouldn't that invite more attacks?

Angela was resolute. "No moving. Whoever comes, I'll fight them to the death."

Moving out would only hasten their demise. This was also Stella's choice. She wouldn't move. Her gaze fell on Jasper. He showed no expression. "Living on the 17th floor doesn't necessarily mean

safety. If they insist on moving in, we can install more doors on the staircase. It wouldn't be easy for outsiders to break in."

Right! This was fortress warfare. The invaders would have to break through the 17th floor to get to the 18th. More barriers would mean easier counterattacks.

No moving. Fight to the death!

Stella was in full agreement. "Being afraid won't do us any good. If they dare to come, we'll fight until they don't dare anymore!"

Her words carried a murderous intent. Cody and Lukas were taken aback. Was this the Stella they knew? Stella seemed cold and detached, as if she'd crawled out from a pile of corpses. It was chilling just to look at her.

"Woof!"

Cooper, standing next to Stella, snarled, showcasing the demeanor of a ferocious beast. ‘Only the cowards would lose. They would fight till the end!’

With their minds made up, they each set about preparing. Stella closed the door to her room, only then taking out the letter.

[I know your secret.]

[If you want to keep it, meet at Redland Town at 3 pm.]

[Come alone, or your secret will be revealed.]

The handwriting was sloppy, clearly a forgery. Ha, this person was not even daring to sign their name, yet had the audacity to threaten her? She could guess who it was without having to think too

hard.

Redland Town was less than two kilometers from Sunrise Sanctuary. It used to be a mall, a hub for food and entertainment, but now... it was mostly buried in ice.

It was currently noon, plenty of time to make the meeting.

The cold outside warranted enough energy to withstand the freezing temperatures. Stella had two bowls of soft, fragrant rice, a portion of steamed ribs, and a serving of pork stew.

Cooper didn't want dog food, as he was eyeing the ribs and salivating. His eyes were full of protest against his owner. This was discrimination!

Stella, realizing her mistake, quickly prepared a portion for him, swapping the pork stew for crispy fried fish. The dog was overjoyed.

The flood was frozen, and it was freezing outside, but more people were out searching for supplies. Not just for food, but for firewood to keep warm.

With more survivors on the move, crimes became more rampant. Some people were robbed before they even left their block. Others managed to find supplies but never made it back home.

Stella didn't want Cooper to risk going out, but the dog held onto her trousers and wouldn't let go. He seemed to imply that if she didn't agree, she wouldn't be able to leave.

Stella had no choice but to dress Cooper in a thermal suit, followed by a cut and stab-resistant vest. Any more, and he would start to protest.

Jasper the trainer was right, German Shepherds could quickly adapt to harsh environments. In just a few days, Cooper had adapted much better than she had.

She put on a thermal suit, a bulletproof vest, and topped it off with a polar weatherproof coat. Whether it was the thermal suit or the polar coat, they worked wonders. Except for her hands and feet, she didn't feel cold at all.

Thinking about the threatening letter, Stella got a backpack and tried to stuff Cooper into it. Cooper, being a natural free spirit, refused to get into the backpack. Stella had to persuade him, "We're going out to catch the bad guys, but the bad guys only allowed me to go alone. Otherwise, they'll expose our food supply. So, you have to sneak in."

‘Threaten their food supply? The audacity!’ Cooper's fur stood up instantly, and he obediently climbed into the backpack.

He looked at Stella as if to say, “Come, human, zip it up. This issue won't be resolved today until they die!”

Cooper had grown stronger, so carrying him was quite a burden.

As they descended the staircase, the building was eerily quiet, as if devoid of life. By the time she reached room 1202, Stella deliberately slowed her pace, casting a meaningful glance towards it.